anyway, brushing aside this whole heart drama, i want to tell this unfair universe that i kinda luhrved the banahaw field trip. it's actually somehow weird, you see, i'm a jaime licauco reader, and so my perception of banahaw is really, ehrr, supernatural. and so walking around the whole mountain, [walking sounds so oversimplistic, hmff], crawling through mossy stone formations and asphyxiating yourself through crevices felt different when seen from an academic perspective, which isn't bad, i guess. hmm...

warever.

blurry and bad hair day photos of my banahaw happiness are now on my yummy multiply site. stalk me!

my friend tells me i'm depressed, and so i go, like, 'i am?' this is actually something new, people. i call it 'depression by dictation', and i want to share this experience with my psychology classmates this coming thursday. ehrr, wait. we're not that close pala. bad idea.anyhoo, anyhow, i still cannot expel vivid images of my banahaw trip hours ago, it's just pure happiness, hotness and, uhm, holiness. i want to go back there someday with skimpy swimming trunks for my sta.lucia falls 'cleansing'. ehrr, disturbing.

i really want to open up the love topic but it kinda gets boring when i contemplate and picture myself as a, uhm, 'love person.' gahd, is it really that bad? even though, HONESTYLY, i have no decent, realistic love life at any emotional proximity whatsoever, i like to think that i have one, wala lang, it makes me feel, ehrr, so normal.

speaking about love, life and luhrve life, i badly need a good haircut.